Homage To Oberon (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
WHEN black midnight owls their hootingCease, and whisperings ebb and fall,Buds are shaken,And thin shootingTendrils waken -Fairies call IGaily crickets ...
WHEN black midnight owls their hootingCease, and whisperings ebb and fall,Buds are shaken,And thin shootingTendrils waken -Fairies call IGaily crickets ...
Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot Spotting the windowpane. Spack a spack speck flick ...
Thirty elongated secondsBy the sunWe stare, the cat and I,Strangers, cool and crouchedBehind unwinking greenTill flickAlong the spine, a whipOf ...
A strong song tows us, long earsick. Blind, we follow rain slant, spray flick to fields we do not know. ...
Snap back the canopy,Pull out the oxygen tube,Flick the harness pinAnd slap out into the air,Clear of the machine.You knew ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Snap of the willow whip chosen, just the right mix of thick branch, slender tip leave a few leaves at ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I bought a new broom today and swept the cobwebs down, A thick accumulation of dregs, a mass of tangles ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
He will love you presently If you be the way you be. Send your heart a-skittering. He will stoop, and ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit room Was bright with battle ...
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death. I hear him leading his horse out ...
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